00:02It used to be the best part of my day, walking to the bus stop with him.
00:07We'd talk about everything, stupid stuff, important stuff, sometimes nothing at all.
00:14He'd always have this way of making the ordinary feel less ordinary.
00:30Now it's just me. Has been for a while.
00:39Sometimes I still catch myself looking over my shoulder, expecting him to be there, gritting like an idiot, talking about
00:46the latest movie he wanted to see.
00:50But he's not. It's never going to be.
01:00That hill pops out of nowhere some days, like it's trying to remind me it's there.
01:06I guess that's just what grief is like.
01:11It just shows up even when you think you're past it.
01:16Neither friends are trying. They check on me, invite me out, make sure I'm not, you know, alone.
01:25It helps. It really does.
01:27Just like putting a bandage on a broken bone.
01:31The pain's still there underneath everything.
01:44This was his favourite spot.
01:56He'd say this bench had the best view in the whole park.
01:59And now they're giving it to him.
02:02A plaque with his name on it.
02:04A memorial.
02:06As if that's enough to sum up everything he was.
02:10As if that's enough to bring him back.
02:12I'll never forgive him for what he did.
02:14To himself.
02:16To his mum and dad and everyone else who loved him.
02:19I hate him for it.
02:21But not really. Not at all.
02:23I just... miss him.
02:53We'll see you then.
02:53But once again, what does that paint on?
02:53It's usually why.
02:53It doesn't matter anything.
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